the rarest bird | romily & mackenzie {94th}
Aug 23, 2023 19:27:45 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 23, 2023 19:27:45 GMT -5
— R O M I L Y —
It will never be easy.
The silence between them is the kind of quiet that spreads, a ceaseless push and pull that extends out from them like a ripple effect. It goes on so much further than just the two of them seated there on that ever-changing couch. There's a moment while she's watching the television screen that she's certain Seven's chances for a tribute finally returning home have been dashed, that the girl from One's blade will fell the boy where he stands and the rivalry will live on once more in favor of the careers. And then Torian does the impossible, and suddenly they're left with that terrible feeling of hope. The glimmer of gold dies with the light that fades from Larissa Le Roux's lifeless body.
This late into the Games, the only souls remaining on the seventh floor are Mackenzie and Romily, and the Avoxes that come and go in neat little lines. She waits in the aftermath of devastation with bated breath, not daring to break her gaze away for fear that some other danger might swoop in and crush their dreams right as the bloom breaks through the earth.
It's strange to feel as if it is no longer a salted wasteland; like there is a reason to tend to it again, that some good can come of this terrible and cruel fate that has been thrust upon them midway through their lives. She is a reaper of souls, and the victor sitting by her side is the caretaker of them. It is rare that they walk away from this experience not feeling like failures. "So, we have a finale to prepare for."
To her, it's the simplest way to call attention to their new reality. These next few hours will determine the side that the metaphorical coin lands on, and just how much the odds separate Torian from his final foe in the end. As much as she wishes that she could allow him to rest on his laurels, she knows that there is far more than just grit and determination that decides who wins and who loses in the arena.
She will play her part in this if it means aiding her home home district; regardless of her current situation, the knowledge that she fled from Seven and chose the Capitol above all, she cannot help the way that every fiber of her being tells her to contribute. To try with the best of her abilities to assure that Mackenzie does not end up with another ghost to haunt him. These last few nights, she finds herself seeing the omens, too.
It feels natural, the way she reaches out her hand and folds it so cautiously over his own, a warm and gentle embrace. The stars and the moon shine dimly through the bay windows, illuminating them in a soft and sacred glow, but it feels almost as if a new dawn has arisen. "I want you to know that I'm here with you, right by your side." She gives him a smile without teeth, a determined nod in his direction, her hand squeezing around his encouragingly. "Every step of the way."